A/N: This is the final chapter of Contact. It's going to be pretty short compared with the previous one. I want to that everyone for reading. The sequel for this fic, Metamorphosis, will be coming soon to the site. I know I promised this last chapter but there will be some Kevin/Casey bonding in this one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but I would happily offer suggestions to Man of Action and Nickelodeon (they are the ones who own the Turtles now, right?) for their respective series.
Merrowww…
Contact
Care
Kevin grinned underneath his surgical mask as they finished applying a fresh coat of paint on his ride. His, unfortunately, normal routine of fixing the repeatedly totaled car was over in half the time with his older cousin helping out. Thankfully, the Tetramand made indestructible engine block meant that they didn't have to start from scratch. Oddly, the vigilante knew more about alien tech than he would have guessed for someone born and raised on this low tech planet. Then again, New York was an odd place and he did mention that his best friend's brother was some sort of tech geek supergenius.
"Boys, snack break!" His mother's voice reached them seconds before his nostrils filled with the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and the subtle odor of cold milk. The older brunette opened the garage door to let out the fumes and the both of them pulled down their masks. The younger brunette took out a rag from his back pocket and wiped grease from his hands and face. He rubbed a big smear off his sweaty chest before he tossed it to Casey. They had to close the door earlier since it had gotten more than a bit hot forcing them to go nude from the waist up and far too many passersby had stopped and stared. It was a little more than distracting and you didn't want to be distracted while using a welding torch.
He also did it out of respect for Gwen. He knew his girl wouldn't be too happy with random chicks checking out his massive hotness after all he'd put her through recently. Speaking of Gwen, she was taking a day off to catch up on her sleep on his insistence and a cranky green mokawked doctor's orders. It had greatly upset him when Ben told him that she had been running herself ragged the past few weeks cleaning up after him on top of her regular schoolwork and other Plumber duties. She really needed someone better than him but since she disagreed he'd just have be better for her.
"Mom." The half-human hybrid groaned when his mother ruffled their long dark locks in an affectionate manner. Casey's mouth was too stuffed full of cookies to reply (he wasn't too old that he wouldn't get a good smack if he forgot his manners) he only gave her a smile. "You headin' back today?"
"Yep, but we're gonna make sure that our rides are workin' right first." A mischievous glint shone in his baby blue orbs. "Hows 'bout you an' me have a little race, bro?"
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VVVVVRRRROOOOOMMMM. VVVVVVVRRRRRRRROOOOMMMM.
Revving his bike the vigilante waited for his aunt to signal them to start. His ex-con cousin had insisted that they give his old bike a makeover after cleaning the mosquito parts out of it and he had to say that the motorcycle never looked better. He also managed to get a few upgrades after seein' just what kind of stuff was under Kev's hood.
The slim woman brought her bandanas in her hands up over her head then quickly dropped into a crouch, bringing them to the ground. Both vehicles zoomed forward pass her causing her long raven locks to billow in the breeze. Eva Levin stood and watched them until they were out of sight. Once they disappeared over the horizon, she turned and headed deeper into Los Soledad.
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The green muscle car held the lead on the open road but his now black bike had the advantage on the crowded streets and alleyways. His cousin pulled ahead again when they reached the highway, winning the race. That was cool with him. They waved their goodbyes and the other turned back towards the town.
The blue-eyed man revved the engine twice and sped up, enjoying the feel of the wind against his tanned skin. He grinned at the prospect of coming back and introducing Shadow to her grandaunt. His grin faltered a bit at the holes in his recollection of the trip. From when he woke up to Dr. Crazy Pants to the time when he woke up in an infirmary bed to Auntie E's grumpy green haired friend. Whatever had happened, he must have been outside to long cause it felt like he was coming down with a cold.
AAAAAACHOOOOO!
Merrowww….
A/N: Here is the last chapter of Contact. Thanks ever so much for having patience with my first/second attempt at a fanfic. I hope you'll like the sequel Metamorphosis. Have a nice day and thak you for reading.
